Piece of broken.
quinta-feira, 27 de agosto de 2015
Well, when you go
So never think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way
And after all this time that you still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can
When you go
Would you even turn to say?
''I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday''.
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